Douluo: From Internal Martial Arts to the Law of Heaven and Earth

As Su Haichao watched the judges' team walk away, he explained the reason behind it.

"Normally, most evil soul masters are dealt with by the adjudication team, but occasionally other soul masters can kill evil soul masters. As long as you take the evil soul master's corpse to the Spirit Hall and verify his identity, you can receive such a token."

The tokens are divided into three levels according to the cultivation level of the evil soul master killed. Killing a Soul Venerable or below earns a bronze token, Soul Sect to Soul Emperor earns a silver token, and killing a Soul Saint or Soul Douluo earns a gold token.

Rumor has it that if someone manages to win a gold medal, they can directly exchange it for a ten-thousand-year-old soul bone at the Spirit Hall.

Tang Shan took the token from Su Yuntao's hand and examined it carefully. The token was not large, about half a foot long and two inches wide, and the six martial spirit patterns engraved on it were lifelike.

They are respectively the Clear Sky Hammer, Seven Kill Sword, and Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex representing the three upper sects; the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum and Ghostly Demon representing the Spirit Hall; and the Star Crown representing the hidden sects.

He tossed the token up into the air and caught it, looking somewhat curious.

"Dad, does this token need to be re-engraved every now and then?"

Su Haichao nodded: "That's right, this token is not static. The pattern on it will change according to the situation of the powerful figures in the various forces."

Just as I guessed.

Tang Shan had long suspected this. After all, the Seven Kill Sword might be a family-inherited martial soul, but the chrysanthemum and ghost representing the Spirit Hall could not possibly be inherited—especially the ghost, whose martial soul only awakened after death. It would be a miracle if such a martial soul with such harsh conditions for birth could be inherited by a family and survive to this day.

This explains why, despite it being a token from the Spirit Hall, the Angel Spirit wasn't engraved on it. Perhaps they didn't care, or perhaps it was engraved before and they were too lazy to add it again now.

Moreover, among all the Super Douluo in the enshrinement hall, only chrysanthemum and ghost patterns were carved.

"Let's keep going."

Su Haichao got back into the carriage, and Su Yuntao instructed the old horseman to continue. Tang Shan closed his eyes and mentally reviewed the entire battle, pondering what aspects could be improved.

The overall coordination was fine. I first unleashed a full-force close-range attack, then kicked the opponent away to create distance. After that, my older brother released his self-created soul skill at full power to follow up with an attack, and finally, my father teleported over and used his second soul skill to finish them off.

Actually, from the moment I hit that evil spirit master with my headbutt, his fate was already sealed.

Headbutts and hooks provide control, elbows and knees strike vital points, and the final kick prevents him from retaliating in a desperate attempt and allows the older brother to follow up with an attack.

At this moment, Tang Shan belatedly realized that he was a little scared when he remembered the Blood Explosion Technique that Qian Lei had mentioned before. It was okay that Su Yuntao was a ranged attacker, and Su Haichao's teleportation also allowed him to sense that something was wrong and dodge immediately. The most dangerous time was when I was fighting the other party in close combat.

"What's the next city?"

Su Haichao asked Su Yuntao, who was sitting in the seat.

Su Yuntao took out the map and looked at it carefully: "The next one is Tian Suo City, which is a small city without a large Soul Arena."

When she said this, Su Yuntao's tone was full of undisguised regret.

"No rush, there are still plenty of cities ahead, enough for you to fight to your heart's content, brother."

Tangshan glanced at the cities behind him on the map and shook his head helplessly.

"Let's resupply at Skylock City and then continue on our way."

Su Haichao made the decision, and neither Tangshan nor Su Yuntao had any objections.

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The sharp wolf claws aimed straight at his face, but Tang Shan's expression remained unchanged. He easily bent over and dodged Su Yuntao's attack. Then, he raised his left leg and accurately struck Su Yuntao's thigh.

A surge of energy flowed naturally from her toes, gushing smoothly into Su Yuntao's thighs like a stream of water.

"Awooo—"

Su Yuntao screamed in pain, quickly hugging her thighs with both hands and gasping for breath.

Tang Shan smiled and said, "No matter how high your fighting talent is, you're helpless if you can't withstand the hidden force."

Su Yuntao circulated her soul power around her thighs for a while before the soreness gradually subsided.

"Shanzi, isn't your hidden strength a bit too insidious?"

As Tang Shan gradually grew up, although he was only seven years old, he already looked like a young man. After some exchanges with the martial arts community, Su Yuntao finally changed his way of addressing him, no longer calling him "little brother" but instead calling him "Shanzi".

"Brother, using hidden force to make someone hurt is just the most basic application. You haven't seen its truly vicious aspects yet."

Tang Shan stood with his hands behind his back, exuding the aura of a master who stood tall and imposing, provided one could ignore his still somewhat youthful face.

Su Yuntao subconsciously rubbed her thigh, as if a faint pain still lingered.

"Shanzi, do you think it's possible to unleash soul power like you would with hidden force?"

Tang Shan shook his head and denied it, saying, "It's unlikely. I thought so at first, but in the end, soul power is a kind of energy, while dark force is a kind of force. They are not the same system at all. With my current strength, I can't integrate them together."

Indeed, Tang Shan had tried to combine the two, but as he said, the essence of Dark Force is a technique, not real energy. It is quite difficult to make Soul Power achieve the same effect as Dark Force.

"That's such a pity."

Su Yuntao sighed with regret, then immediately challenged Tangshan again.

During this period, he passed through several cities, but unfortunately none of them were very big. Only one of them had a large fighting arena. Su Yuntao, who was bored out of his mind, dragged Tang Shan to spar almost every day.

Tang Shan naturally wouldn't refuse Su Yuntao's invitation, especially since he discovered that his tendons, which originally needed a few more days of tempering, had been thoroughly honed after the battle with the evil soul master, and now he was ready to fight anyone.

He had been wondering before that, given his god-level control over mobilizing his qi and blood to temper his body, the speed should have reached its limit, so how could he have suddenly completed the tempering?

Later, through repeated exchanges with Su Yuntao, Tang Shan gradually figured out the tricks of the trade.

The phrase "blood boiling" is generally of little use to those who have met a master warrior, because they have long been able to precisely control every bit of their blood and qi, and their mental state is like that of a god or a demon, so they will not easily fall into this state.

But Tang Shan is different. He can only be considered a "pseudo-god" martial artist. His control over his qi and blood is not yet 100%. Therefore, he will still enter a state of high blood pressure during battle, and the speed of qi and blood flow will accelerate. Under these circumstances, coupled with his original god-level control, the tempering speed will naturally be much faster.

Bang bang bang!

The dark blue arms, like iron pillars, hurtled towards Su Yuntao. Now in his Martial Soul Fusion state, his perception was heightened to the extreme, and his control over power had improved. Facing Tang Shan's relentless, pile-like punches, he maximized his reaction speed, rapidly crossing his hands to form barriers, desperately trying to block Tang Shan's blows.

Tang Shan's fists contained immense power; Su Yuntao only received two or three punches before feeling her palms go numb.

"Brother, Ming Jin can be used not only for attack, but also for defense."

Seeing that Su Yuntao was clearly at a disadvantage, Tang Shan couldn't help but speak up to remind her.

Su Yuntao took a deep breath, channeling her soul power into her hands while simultaneously unleashing her inner strength.

With a series of cracking sounds from his bones, Su Yuntao also raised his palm to meet the attack, engaging Tang Shan in a head-on clash.

This slightly reduced the tingling sensation in my hands.

Ten moves, a hundred moves...

Each head-on clash was extremely taxing on their stamina, but neither of them uttered a sound, their faces grave as they controlled their bodies to deliver punches and palm strikes.

A thick layer of heat emanated from their bodies, which were now flushed red, making it easy to imagine the astonishing amount of heat they contained.

The first to give in was Su Yuntao. After all, he didn't have a true martial soul. Even though he was a Great Soul Master, the amplification of his body by his martial soul couldn't compare to that of Tang Shan, who had a true martial soul.

He abruptly stepped back, exhaled a long breath, a white stream of air shooting out of his mouth, his pores opening wide, and sweat instantly soaking through his clothes.

Seeing that Su Yuntao had voluntarily stopped and admitted defeat, Tang Shan did not rest immediately. Instead, he slowly started practicing his punches, gradually calming the surging blood and qi in his body.

Once his skin returned to its normal color, he relaxed his control over his pores, allowing the sweat to slowly seep out.

Compared to Su Yuntao, Tang Shan sweats much less. After all, excessive sweating leads to the depletion of vital energy, which not only lowers overall condition but also significantly weakens immunity. He tries to control his sweating, mainly expelling metabolic waste from his body.

The two of them took out water from their storage soul tools, rinsed themselves quickly, changed into clean clothes, and ran towards the carriage not far away.

"You two, are you done practicing?"

Su Haichao was sitting cross-legged on the ground, engrossed in reading a book. When he saw Tang Shan and the other person return, he looked up and asked.

"Yeah, that was really fun!"

Recalling the exchange of blows with Tang Shan, Su Yuntao's face was full of excitement. Although his physical strength and soul power were almost exhausted, he could clearly feel that his understanding of Ming Jin had deepened, and this feeling was simply wonderful.

Tang Shan picked up a skewer of soul beast meat that was being grilled, blew on it to cool it down a bit, and took a big bite. While chewing, he asked indistinctly, "After passing that city tomorrow, we'll be at Heaven Dou City, right?"

Su Haichao nodded: "Tomorrow we'll be arriving at Iron Wall City. It's not called that for nothing. It's like an impregnable fortress in front of Tiandou City. Whether it's the economy or the military strength, it ranks among the top in the Tiandou Empire."

"So, that place also has a large spirit arena, right?"

Su Yuntao's eyes instantly turned fiery, and the muscles and bones in his body crackled and popped.

Tang Shan was somewhat helpless. Ever since his brother went to the Great Soul Arena, it seemed that his older brother had been inspired to develop some extraordinary attribute, becoming a complete battle maniac, burning with fierce fighting spirit.

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Chapter 48 The Prince Descends the City, Ning Fengzhi and Emperor Xueye's Doubts

The magnificent palace exudes majesty and solemnity, with its carved beams and painted rafters imbued with a profound sense of history.

Emperor Xueye sat naturally on the wide dragon throne. His plump figure could not conceal his imperial majesty, and every gesture he made exuded the elegance of royalty.

He was dressed in a yellow robe with dragon patterns and wore a gold and jade crown. A large sapphire was set on the crown, which made him look even more noble.

He handled the writing with remarkable vigor and efficiency.

After a while, once the court proceedings were completed, he raised his head and slowly spoke: "I plan to send the princes to major cities throughout the country to observe the people's conditions. What do you think, Your Excellency?"

The ministers below the stage exchanged glances for a moment, then responded in unison, "Excellent!"

On this snowy night, the Great Emperor was greatly pleased and waved his hand, saying, "I hereby express my gratitude to the Emperor."

Clearly, he was prepared. Not long after the guards left, the four princes entered.

Leading the group was the eldest prince, Xue Qinghe. He was gentle and noble, and his every move exuded an elegant and refined air. At only ten years old, he already bore a resemblance to his father.

The Second Prince Xue Shan was steady and composed. Although he was only a few months younger than Xue Qinghe, he looked like a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy. He was mature beyond his years and his demeanor was calm and composed. Whether he was walking or standing, he had a calming power.

As soon as the Third Prince Xue Linsen entered the palace, his eyes darted around curiously. He was only eight years old, but already displayed a shrewdness that was evident in his demeanor.

The fourth prince, Xue Beng, was only six years old. He walked in nonchalantly with his hands in his pockets, his face full of casualness and nonchalance.

The ministers remained silent, carefully observing the four princes—perhaps the future new ruler of the Heavenly Dou Empire would be born from among them.

Their gaze lingered on the Third Prince for a moment before settling on Xue Beng, and they couldn't help but frown.

How could someone so "unconventional" be expected to shoulder great responsibilities in the future? Subconsciously, the ministers removed Xue Beng from the competition for the position of crown prince.

"Father!"

The four princes bowed in unison.

"Get up."

Emperor Xueye smiled, completely satisfied with his four sons, except for the youngest, Xue Beng.

The eldest prince is practically the perfect model of a crown prince; he is humble and polite in his dealings with others, and his every move exudes imperial demeanor.

The second prince is calm and experienced, handles things meticulously, and has an aura that brings peace of mind.

The third prince was intelligent and quick-witted from a young age. Although he was not cut out to be emperor, he could certainly become the future emperor's right-hand man, just like Prince Xuexin.

Unfortunately, there can only be one throne, and a choice must be made, which is truly difficult.

Despite his inner turmoil, Emperor Xueye's smile only deepened. With such outstanding sons, how could the Heavenly Dou Empire not prosper?

"I called you here because I have a test for you. The end of the year is approaching, and I require each of you to go to a major town in Tiandou to observe the local conditions and then write down what you have learned from this trip and submit it to me."

Aside from the avalanche, the other three princes were also taken aback. They knew this was a test from their father, who wanted to see who would become the crown prince in the future.

"Qinghe, you go to Tiebi City, the neighboring city of Tiandou City; Second Brother, you go to Bafang City; Third Brother, go to Hanhai City, which is closest to the ocean; as for Fourth Brother..."

Emperor Xueye was somewhat troubled, unsure of where to send his rather arrogant young son.

"Father, why don't I just stay in the palace?"

Avalanche clearly didn't think much of it. Seeing Emperor Xueye hesitate, he, who wanted to slack off, simply bowed and asked.

Emperor Xueye frowned: "Fourth brother, you'd better think this through, or you'll regret it later."

"Don't worry, I'm quite comfortable in the Prince's mansion," Xue Beng said nonchalantly.

The ministers below exchanged bewildered glances, unsure whether the fourth prince was truly lazy or simply foolish. By refusing this inspection, he was, in a sense, withdrawing from the competition for the highest position.

"Then it's up to you!"

Emperor Xueye was very dissatisfied with the avalanche's negligence. He angrily waved his hand, then took a deep breath and calmed down.

"Go and prepare, each of you take a Royal Squadron. Qinghe, you're closer, so set off tomorrow; Second Brother and Third Brother, you must depart within a week; as for Fourth Brother, you can do as you please."

"Yes, Father."

The four princes bowed and accepted the order, then left the main hall.

"Alright, that concludes today's court session. Court adjourned."

On a snowy night, the emperor stood up and left first. After watching the emperor leave, the ministers whispered among themselves and slowly withdrew.

There are so many things worth talking about today. Whether it's Emperor Xueye's test of the princes or Xue Beng's decision to give up the test, both will have a profound impact on the entire Tiandou Empire.

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